part of a stylistic attempt to harness the ambiguity apparent in the divide between author and audience

Sunday, February 1, 2009

on the veil

::this image is for sale:: It’s the one from your dream last night youll find it difficult to recognize because it kept changing but it’s the one the same as her as him as it as they it’s the face that meats the face theres no grace mighty enough to reveal its identity for it is identity pure and true and few [or many] encounter and all will still agree that this face they knew that this face they loved that this face they hated vindicated berated kissedkissed kissed

until it faded and lay there something beneath this face was no face but illusion

(confusion unintentional)

this face is the face that sees itself and says

goodmorning and goodnight I miss you I love you I know you I knew you I am me and see never never see beneath it looks face to its own face and this face is surface and beneath is surface that begins a journey into the heart of something sincere

but what fear lies within this veneer should the veil prove yet to be nothing if nothing is concealed beneath then there will be no surprises it suffices to say that the surface is all there ever was and crack that shiney glass there beneath is vast empty dark so fine so fine nothing gained nothing lost repair the crack continue without remorse regret without fail this veil was all there ever was it is what you knew and it is what you will continue to know the hope though the hope

is that beneath is something true through the looking glass you find you and knew all along that this was the faith

behind your honesty that your face was not a disguise but a beacon leading passers by into and out of your whole

hole/soul and yet again what horror remains when the surface is as nothing that what lies beneath a vast

atmosphere of nothing was everything that veil that hides the self is nothing and yet